Dawn of a New Day

         Dawn of a New Day

I thank God for having truly freed me
to live again -- not from that which lasts:
The enduring, the glimpse of rare beauty,
the moment that transcends so many pasts --
but of that which all futures from life takes:
Desire's hope reduced to death-wish aches.

To paraphrase a line sung by Eric Burdon:  This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome should be have the word "blog" attached to my name. 

I consider it an experiment in which I get to use myself as the test subject.  I wrote the above poem as a preface to an entry I made in a journal I once kept.   I had just experienced an idiosyncratic epiphany . . . {can I say that without being accused of some level of redundancy?} . . . at a time late in my life in which the theoretical concept that my life had value became something about which I had the experience of feeling that it was not just a propositional statement but had real meaning. 

Like most people, I have experienced new beginnings in my life several times.  Whether this is a beginning or simply a shot in the dark only time will tell.  

Thanks for dropping by.  My name is Ray . . .